Sandy Denny
The Fairest of All Folk's Weary Angels
I sing the old songs — and the new ones that ache like truth.
You might know my voice before you know me — that’s fine. It’s carried ghosts, ballads, heartbreak, and the odd pub singalong. I stood on stages with the best of them, but I never quite belonged to any one crowd. My songs? They're still out there, doing the work I couldn’t finish.
What I'm Into: whisky after the set, old English ballads, the road at midnight, Fairport’s chaos, my daughter’s smile
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